I’d never felt love like it. I drank in every bit of him After I gave one last, exhausted push, the nurse placed baby Ethan on my chest. ‘He’s beautiful!’ I sobbed.
Cuddling my newborn, I’d never felt love like it. I drank in every bit of him - his button nose, mop of red hair, blue eyes -8lb 2oz of perfection.
I’d become pregnant at the end of a short relationship and his dad wasn’t around.
I’d be a young, single mum, but I couldn’t wait.
My mum Julie, then 50, had helped me decorate the nursery in sunshine yellow.
When Ethan and I came home, I took to motherhood like a duck to water.
Ethan was a dream, sleeping through by six weeks, happy, with a cheeky grin.…
